Kingdom’s Bloodline - v3 Chapter 732: The end of the crossbow

Chapter 732 The end of the crossbow

Clang!

The swords intersected, Kong Geyou fell down hard again, and the big sword dropped from his hand and fell to the ground.

No.

He was panting, ignoring the severe pain in his chest and abdomen, and crawled awkwardly to reach for his sword.

He wants to fight.

He has to get up.

“How much did Feissou pay you?”

Standing opposite him, Lausanne II was expressionless: “Is it worth your hard work?”

A huge sum of money enough to change your life?

Or the promise to remove worries?

Kong Geyou touched his big sword and snorted lightly.

money?

It’s ridiculous.

The hundred-step ranger tried his best to pick up the big sword, and stood up tremblingly.

“I came here voluntarily, and no money was collected.”

“Is that a personal grievance?”

Lausanne II looked numbly at his opponent who was struggling with gritted teeth:

“Did I kill your friend, or your lover?”

“nor.”

“Then why are you?”

Kong Geyou gritted his teeth, shook his head, and stepped forward to attack again!

Not bad – Lausanne II nodded slowly – the opponent’s style of attack was decent, stable and calm, and obviously learned a lesson from the disadvantage of the fast break just now.

But it’s just a model.

Ding!

There was a sharp sound, and Lausanne II made an unexpected counterattack, and the two figures were separated at the touch of a touch.

Compared to the ease of the killer, Kong Geyou groaned and backed up seven or eight steps. After all, he was exhausted and had to lean on the ground with his sword and gasped violently.

Lausanne II shook the blood on the sword and stepped forward.

Not for money, nor for people?

That’s the guy with a hot head, wanting to be famous and crazy.

“Fissell.”

The killer paused.

“What?”

Kong Geyou was panting, and he turned his head slowly, looking at the crooked houses around him with sad eyes.

“Here, the new suburbs will always look like this, and it will never get better, just because there are big drug lords like Razanche Fasseau…”

Blood flowed from Kong Geyou’s face, but he was in a trance and didn’t realize it.

“He thought he could cover the sky with one hand, stretch out his fingers, and designate this land as his hunting ground. The residents were not allowed to leave, and no one was allowed to leave the house. He could only hide in the house and shiver, praying that Fei Suo would catch him soon. prey…”

Lausanne II tilted his ears slightly.

certainly.

He could hear the trembling breathing, sobbing, and comforting sounds behind the earthen walls of countless houses, streets and alleys…

During the battle, once I couldn’t bear the blood thirst, I rushed into those houses…

The killer looked at his blade.

Kong Geyou, whose face was covered with blood, gritted his teeth, held the hilt of his sword, and propped himself up.

“…He also said that he wanted to ‘remove harm for the people’, that he was ordered to suppress thieves, and that he wanted to protect the peace and order of the Emerald City for the residents’ own benefit.”

shit.

Kong Geyou looked up at Lausanne II with a bitter and resentful expression.

not only that.

Faysault also said that only he can maintain the safety of this place, only he can formulate the rules here, and maintain the rules here…

Only he can protect the new suburban immigrants who have nowhere to go, save hundreds of homeless orphans…

shit.

At that moment, Kong Geyou seemed to have regained some strength, his face became ruthless, and he roared:

“Shit!”

By taking advantage of the sudden **** courage, the hundred-step ranger stood up angrily and pressed on again!

clang!

Once again, Lausanne II turned around and swung his sword, lightly parrying Kong Geyou’s attack.

The latter couldn’t stop the momentum, and fell to the ground with a sword.

Once again, Kong Geyou shook his head, spat out the blood mud in his mouth, and crawled inch by inch towards his sword with difficulty.

The killer turned his head, looked at his opponent crawling like a worm in the **** mud, and shook his head slowly.

“If this is the case, then you should go to Feissuo.”

Excessive blood loss made Kong Geyou’s vision blurry, he finally touched the hilt of the sword, and chuckled softly upon hearing this.

“Fei Suo is not the key, he will fail sooner or later.”

The hundred-step ranger struggled to get up, but he was weak, and it took two tries before he succeeded.

“The point is, over time, people start to believe.”

Lausanne II slowly raised his sword, but did not attack, but quietly waited for his opponent to recover.

Kong Geyou wiped the blood from his face.

“Fathers and folks in the new suburbs, they began to believe that Fei Suo is the owner of this place, the protector here, they began to believe that it is right to pay protection fees, they began to believe that it was necessary for him to sell drugs here, and they began to believe in their own livelihood It was all given by him…”

They began to believe that Fei Suo was all for the good of everyone.

They began to believe that he was the best representative of immigrants from the new suburbs.

They began to believe that this drug lord was actually a good boss, good leader, and good neighbor with “good intentions”.

They began to believe that many things they could not do by themselves, such as hunting down the fearsome murderer-“Only Boss Fassell can do it”, “This should be Feissell’s business”.

They even started scrambling to join the Brotherhood of the Black Street, starting to oppress those who would not be loyal to him as Fassell oppressed themselves.

It’s for a living, they say.

Then he became the next Feissuo with peace of mind.

Kong Geyou panted violently, his eyes wandering.

“So, in his territory, everyone is afraid of him, obeys his rules, obeys his orders, and holds his job.”

Click your fingers, and countless people will come forward to solve his problems and hunt down the felons in Emerald City.

“So, everyone is afraid of him.” Kong Geyou said bitterly.

Terribly afraid.

Fear of being yourself is not afraid.

Fear is not fear, but support and admiration.

Fear can be thought that everyone should be afraid, thinking that only fear is correct and natural.

So afraid that you can only lie to yourself over and over again, saying that you actually love Feissau, rely on him, support him, and need him.

Speaking of this, Kong Geyou’s body was weak, but before he collapsed to the ground, he was barely resisted by the big sword in front of him.

This refreshed him, touched the **** and sticky hilt again, and raised his head firmly.

“But I alone cannot be afraid.”

Don’t be afraid of him.

can’t be afraid of you either.

Let’s not be afraid…the cowardice in my heart.

He was covered in blood, but his eyes were determined, and his eyes were like fire. He resolutely faced the killer who was so powerful that even the “wolf” Feissuo would offer a huge reward and try his best to encircle and suppress him.

Lausanne II was expressionless:

“Why?”

Why are you the only one?

Kong Geyou snorted, then gritted his teeth and drew out his big sword.

“Because, because if I don’t stand up…”

If he doesn’t stand up and prove that Feisseau’s approach is absurd…

If he doesn’t stand up, spurn and resist the “rules” set by Feisseau…

If he doesn’t put on the tattered second-hand equipment, go patrolling the countryside, fight against injustice…

If he didn’t act like a fool and call out his name every time he acted chivalrously…

If he doesn’t have a swollen face and a swollen face, he will also score and squeeze into the quarterfinals of the draft, and tell more people…

If he doesn’t stand up, step into the encirclement circle set by Feisseau openly, and do things that people think “only Boss Feissou can do”…

If he doesn’t let everyone hear it, let everyone see it, and see that there is still such a person—even if it is just the son of a murdered police officer—willing to stand up, brandish the weapon that once belonged to his father, to resist bullies, resist bullying…

Go to break those shameless lies that “only Fei Suo can”.

If you don’t let everyone, at least those who are still willing to believe, let them see that there are other people who also believe in justice, believe in fairness, and believe that Fei Suo is not the only choice and price…

If he doesn’t stand up for this…

“The poor elders in the new suburbs, who else can they count on!”

Standing on the dirty and smelly alley in the new suburb, Kong Geyou brandished a trembling sword, roaring in pain and anger:

“who!!”

Are you a miserable person who is bound by shackles, struggling to make a living, and can only bow his head helplessly in the face of Fei Suo?

Are you counting on those moral gentlemen who are cold-faced and cold-blooded, only know how to follow the trend, love the strong and bully the weak, and always appear at the right moment?

Are you counting on those smart people who think they can see through the world and deal with things shrewdly, so they just protect themselves wisely and shrink back and do nothing?

Do you count on those passers-by who stand far away, with clean hands, who have nothing to do with themselves except pointing and pointing with righteous indignation?

Are you counting on those police officers who are in the bureau, collude with Fei Suo, share interests, and hypocritically say “this is for the overall situation”?

Do you count on those high-ranking officials who will turn a blind eye as long as it doesn’t happen in front of your eyes and doesn’t affect the “fundamental overall situation”?

Kong Geyou roared, and the big sword blew a strong wind, heading straight for Lausanne II!

Ding!

With a soft sound, he watched in disbelief at the killer’s snake-like blade, and watched it easily resolve the “Rainbow Slash” that he had practiced for ten years. Gently.

His chest trembled, first numb and itchy, and then shot out blood.

What came at the end was the severe pain that could not be ignored.

With a clang, Kong Geyou’s sword fell to the ground.

In a trance, he bit the tip of his tongue and his eyes sharpened.

Can you still count on Feisseau, a person who pretends to be the dirty money earned by exploitation and poisoning, monopolizes the rules, and brazenly claims to be the savior of the new suburbs, can one day transform himself and wake up?

Or to put it another way, expecting the man who is said to be wise, brave, benevolent, kind, and kind, to be praised by countless people, but when he arrives in Emerald City, he only cares about jealousy and political struggles. The **** second prince who can get away with a pat on the ass?

The next second, Kong Geyou ruthlessly exerted his strength, and grabbed Lausanne II’s long sword with both hands!

“I am—”

He shouted angrily, and rushed towards the frowning killer:

“—Hundred Step Ranger!”

His voice was loud and high-pitched, shocking, resounding through countless streets and alleys around him.

Lausanne II couldn’t help but be amazed, but he reacted quickly and retreated swiftly. With just a slight turn of the hilt, the opponent’s ten fingers clasped on the blade all snapped off and fell to the ground in a spin.

But the ten fingers cut off failed to affect Kong Geyou.

The hundred-step ranger still roared furiously, charged forward firmly, and burst into tears unknowingly:

“Punish evil and promote good!”

Kong Geyou made a backhand, and the armor under his arm was instantly flipped open!

“Eliminate violence and make good!”

The moment he saw the scene in front of him clearly, Lausanne II couldn’t help being surprised.

Oops.

Under the influence of the mechanism spring, the last silver-plated throwing knife hidden under the armor of the ranger shoots out!

Phew!

At an extremely close distance, it inevitably pierced into the blood killer’s chest and abdomen.

Straight into the flesh and blood.

Not even the handle of the knife is visible.

Next second.

“Uh ah ah—”

Amidst the painful screams that did not resemble human voices, Lausanne II fell to the ground in embarrassment, desperately scratching at his sizzling wound.

But what he pulled out from the wound was only layers of black blood.

And more and more silver smoke.

No, no, no…

【Blood. 】

No.

Sure enough, it appeared.

【Injury, blood…】

No.

In the severe pain and burning, Lausanne II’s face was distorted.

No!

He resisted the magic sound in his head, grasped the last sliver of reason, and didn’t look at the opponent who was almost covered in blood and had a strong smell.

On the other side, Kong Geyou looked at the struggling enemy in a trance, and wanted to get up and pick up the sword.

But the excessive blood loss has already made him unable to do what he wanted.

The Hundred Step Ranger closed his eyes weakly.

At least, at least he did…

A few seconds later, the roar of the blood clan weakened and gradually disappeared.

“You’re, ahem, nice guy…”

Kong Geyou slowly opened his eyes, only to see Lausanne II half kneeling on the ground, clutching the wound that was bursting with silver smoke, his expression still painful.

“But, again, what’s the point!”

Lausanne II raised his head suddenly!

He stared at Kong Geyu, something extra in his eyes.

Determinate and ruthless.

Under Kong Geyou’s astonished eyes, Lausanne II stretched out his left hand tremblingly, the whole palm paused for only a short while, and then ruthlessly reached into the wound on his abdomen!

Kong Geyou’s heart trembled.

“Mmmmmm—”

In the severe pain of tearing flesh, Lausanne II gritted his teeth and let out a low, beast-like grunt, with bruised veins on his face.

“No matter how good you are, it’s… useless.”

The killer gritted his teeth and stared at the unbelievable Kong Geyou.

【Blood…why not…blood】

His **** grunt gradually disappeared, turning back to rational language.

The original impulse in the blood vessels is slowly numb, replaced by clear thinking.

No matter how many good people there are, it is useless.

Even if they are officials, tax collectors, merchants, farmers, and sword bearers, they are all good people who couldn’t be better…

Even on the top of the head, the highest king is a brilliant, flawless, infallible saint, great man, god-man…

Even the princes in the court are selfless, unselfish, wise and decisive, and have a long-term vision. Capable people, officials, and good officials…

Even if everyone in this world does their best according to their ideal wishes…

Also tmd doesn’t make any sense!

Enduring the severe pain and desire, Lausanne II answered with difficulty:

“What should happen, will still happen!”

The people in the guild protect themselves, and the Blood Bottle Gang was born.

The low-level bitter haha ​​quietly assembled and formed a brotherhood.

Farmers work hard, merchants buy low and sell high, artisans work meticulously, and artists sing praises.

Officials formed gangs and favored servants.

The knights drew their swords and fought.

Monarchs…

are inevitable.

The left hand of Lausanne II stretched, groped, and trembled in the flesh and blood of his body, in the unspeakable pain, and even in the boundless darkness.

Getting deeper and deeper.

Inextricable.

Just can’t find the exit.

【Suck…blood! 】

Suddenly, Lausanne II twisted his face and trembled even more!

“Hmm—”

The next second, he gritted his teeth and grunted, pulled out his palm cruelly, and swung it outward!

What he took out from his body were countless black blood and internal organs.

and a corroded silver throwing knife that keeps smoking.

No.

Seeing this scene, Kong Geyou couldn’t hide his disappointment, his eyes dimmed.

The obstacles disappeared, and the wounds on Lausanne II recovered quickly.

“Even if you catch me today and kill me, you have proved that Fei Suo and his rules are bullshit…”

The killer stood up and said indifferently:

“Hundred Step Ranger, you still have to lose.”

Just like back then, in the Blood Bottle Gang, the drug dealer dog Yabot died, but it was of no use.

The little knife took his place and took over his territory.

Feisseau eats his market and occupies his oil and water.

Qinbi official change is better than the king’s succession.

Nothing has changed.

“Because you can’t win from the start.”

Lausanne II picked up the long sword and looked coldly at his dying opponent:

“Never, never win.”

Like this fight.

In front of the gap between heaven and earth, cloud and mud.

You are doomed to lose.

Looking at the enemy who was intact again, Kong Geyou silently closed his eyes.

“Then do nothing?”

Lausanne II frowned.

Kong Geyou, who was at the end of his strength, took a deep breath and struggled to get up:

“Because you can’t win, you don’t do anything?”

“Do or don’t do it,” Lausanne II frowned, looking at his wobbly opponent, “you are doomed to lose.”

“No!”

Kong Geyou suddenly opened his eyes!

He staggered to his feet and approached Lausanne II stubbornly.

“Father, my father said that there are some things that you can never lose.”

something.

As the spirit gradually became lax, Konggeyou became more and more agitated:

“Because they…are not about winning or losing.”

Lausanne II was silent for a second, then snorted coldly:

“I guess, your father died?”

Kongyou paused.

This sentence is like a knife, straight to the heart.

“Die of this stupid creed, huh?”

Lausanne II disdains authenticity.

At that moment, Kong Geyou’s eyes were in a trance.

He seemed to be back when he was young again, and saw his father for the last time—he fell motionless in the drug den of drug addicts, covered in blood, still wearing a uniform, and his mouth was filled with ‘sunshine’.

And that big sword.

The two-handed sword that made his father proud. It is said that he once fought the Yankees on the battlefield of the Bloody Year.

Pick it up, Kongoyo.

Pick it up and you will have nothing to fear.

Because what you carry is not only it.

Kong Geyou gritted his teeth, tears welling up.

“No, father is alive.”

He raised his head inch by inch, and straightened his waist and abdomen, as if he was carrying a heavy burden.

Which pipe is dripping with blood.

Even if both hands and ten fingers are cut off.

“Live forever!”

Kong Geyou strode forward without hesitation.

Chick!

The sound of the blade sinking into the flesh came.

Kongyou paused.

He lowered his head slowly, staring blankly at the blade that plunged into his chest.

“If I were your age, I might still be moved by this rhetoric.”

Lausanne II looked expressionless, looked at the long sword with a broken edge, and shook his head.

It’s time for a new sword.

“Unfortunately, I have grown up.” He said coldly.

Kong Geyou coughed up a mouthful of blood and smiled.

He raised his head, staring at the opponent in front of him very sincerely and seriously.

“No, Killer, you didn’t grow up, you didn’t…”

His vision slowly dimmed, and he collapsed unconsciously.

“You’re just, just the same as I was…”

Lausanne II frowned.

“Scared…”

“Backed off…”

Kong Geyou said quietly:

“weak…”

“Cowardly…”

Chick!

Lausanne II drew out his long sword, Kong Geyou lost his support and fell to the ground.

Bright red blood flowed out from under his body.

He lay on the ground in the new suburb, his eyes gradually lost their luster.

“Like this, Hundred Step Ranger, you lost.”

Lausanne II spoke softly, almost talking to himself.

also died.

drowned in a pool of blood.

Rotting in the soil.

No one will remember you.

Or your struggle.

Regardless of the Emerald City or the entire world, this is still the case.

Like nothing happened.

【Injury…blood…】

Shut up.

【Blood…】

The blood killer shook his head, ignoring the call in his body, and stepped forward without hesitation, stepping over the ranger’s body.

It cannot be his blood.

It can’t be him.

On the icy land, the big sword in Kong Geyou’s vision gradually blurred.

Yeah, I lost.

But at least…

Some things are… not lost.

Because they have nothing to do with winning or losing.

Kong Geyou felt sleepy, so he closed his eyes gently.

Remember, Kongoyu, my boy.

During the years when he had no father and he had nightmares every night, his mother said this before the bed:

A long, long time ago, when the Emerald City was not called the Emerald City, there was a lot of war and famine.

Tyrants and evil officials exploit good people, and traitors and bullies oppress the people.

People are unarmed, dare not speak out when they are angry, only dare to secretly call them “water ghouls”, and then continue to bow their heads and silently endure the injustice day after day.

at this time…

The Rangers are here.

Kong Geyou fell asleep quietly.

So ah, my child, remember Mama’s words.

No matter how scary the water ghoul is…

Within a hundred steps, there must be a ranger.

Punish evil and promote good.

Eliminate violence and make peace.

Lausanne II moved forward in a trance, but stopped before taking a few steps.

“You didn’t help him, you just stood there.” Lausanne II raised his head and looked at the man wrapped in cloth and dressed as a foreign country in front of him, “I think, you probably didn’t come to ‘uphold justice’ like him people.”

Wearing a spear, the foreign man leaning against the wall has a rough appearance. He slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of sharp eyes.

“Xi Ri is omniscient, the battle is pure, not mixed with some or nothing.”

The foreign man spoke softly, his speech was not fast, and even intermittent.

Lausanne II’s heart moved.

This is the lingua franca with Donglu accent, near the sea of ​​flames.

Compared with the self-proclaimed orthodox Star Kingdom, many vocabulary and grammatical habits are different.

As for opening the mouth, Xiri is omniscient…

from Humble?

In the moonlight, the spearman left the wall and came up to him.

etc.

Lausanne II looked at the other party’s appearance:

He seems to recognize this person.

On the day of the general election, the host seemed to be the one who introduced him the most.

Yomo is still a big hit.

What’s the name of the contestant from Humble?

Bischoff? Jabari? Caramani?

What did the audience call him…little stream?

“From what Xi Ri saw, your skill is very powerful, much better than the level of general election.” The foreign man stared at him firmly.

It depends on which year the election will be.

Lausanne II was in a bad mood—even though he didn’t want to think about the reasons behind it, he said directly: “So?”

The man’s spear rested on his shoulder, calm and motionless.

“So the sun can prove that you have reached the limit, right?”

Extreme?

Lausanne II sneered in his heart.

how could I know?

Over the years, no one has told him like Joaquin did back then: Well, starting today you have reached the limit.

He killed Turnbull just after he got out of prison.

Those who need him to kill are mostly tricky targets, or they are highly skilled, or have powerful bodyguards, or have heavy protection.

Sometimes he kills smoothly, sometimes he kills with difficulty, and sometimes he escapes death.

But he doesn’t even care.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s difficult, easy, injured or dead.

Close your eyes and kill.

So every year, every year, every year, killing and killing, unconsciously, killing seems to become…

Simple.

Both technically and psychologically.

Could it be that this is the extreme state?

“Very good, Xiri blesses me very much,” the man was eager to try, “Sashaluo said that only when the challenge is stronger can we enter the extreme realm.”

The man couldn’t hide his excitement when he said this.

It’s like when Sasha Luo participated in the Battle of Lairden when he was young, he went forward bravely and challenged the legendary “flag leader” before the battle.

Although he suffered a crushing defeat and was covered in bruises.

But from now on, I can get a glimpse of the top.

Live up to this life.

But unfortunately, compared to Sashaluo, he himself was born at an untimely time.

In the Humble dynasty, the well-known extreme masters basically have masters—either the seven surnames, or the Xiwang City or even the Xiri Temple. Either they are loyal to this Diyeba, or they are close to that Talar.

The relationship is complicated because of relatives.

No matter who you fight, it will be troublesome to win or lose.

Not pure at all.

He is dead, and death is not a pity, but he can’t bring endless troubles to Tianhui Talar.

so…

Before Lausanne II frowned and spoke, the man took a step forward:

“The sun is shining, I don’t care about the championship, I don’t care about winning or losing!”

He didn’t even care whether the other party was a vampire, whether he violated Maharaja Xiri’s teachings, and defiled the purity and sanctity of the world.

The man put down his spear, his eyes were full of fighting spirit:

“I just want to be one-on-one with you, without interruption, without attachment, and have a good fight—if possible, you don’t need to use abilities.”

Let me also see the scenery that Sashaluo saw in the rainstorm.

Just one game.

Only in this way can Tianhui Talal be helped.

With the extreme body, serve him to death.

The one who worked hard to govern, swayed and smashed, cleaned up the bad government, and restrained the surnames and the nobles of the temple…

The name of Xi Tianhui, who is destined to return to the government of Kadir and revive the Humble Dynasty…

Great Talar.

Lausanne II was silent for a while.

“You’re going to die.”

The man showed his white teeth: “The sun knows everything, this is the meaning of fighting.”

A fight that won’t kill people, that’s called acting.

Lausanne II snorted coldly:

“Why should I promise you?”

The man did not answer right away, but looked at the countless messes behind Lausanne II.

“Because you need it too,” he whispered, “you need this fight.”

Need this pure fight to forget.

Go numb.

Go and concentrate.

Lausanne II was moved when he heard the words.

The man stared at him:

“Xi Ri can prove that the feeling of killing a good person is not good.”

I know.

I know it all too well.

Even if that is necessary.

Just like him, he will eventually kill Sashaluo.

Xi Ri knew that that was his most respected general.

The man’s eyes dimmed.

Looking at the complex eyes of the other party, Lausanne II suddenly realized:

This guy…has been through a lot.

Maybe even fought a war.

“So, you are also a bad person who kills good people?” Lausanne II sarcastically said.

Bad guy?

The Humblers looked at the hundred-step ranger lying on the ground in the distance, no longer making a sound.

“Xi Ri knows, I am human,” the man sighed, shook his head, and said what Tianhui Talal had said to him, “That’s all.”

After hearing this sentence, Lausanne II was silent for a long time.

Finally, the corners of his mouth curled up.

“Warrior.”

Looking at the man in front of him, Lausanne II raised his chin slightly, and spoke in the unfamiliar and rough common language of Donglu:

“Xi sun is omnipresent, do you have Xi name?”

The warriors of Humble shine brightly!

His name?

Ha, Xi Ri Wan You, this guy, the general election is busy plotting, didn’t you listen to the host’s introduction?

But it does not matter.

The meaning of his tone is clear…

“Every sun is bright!”

The power of ending flowed through the whole body, and the man was so excited that he chanted the gods:

“I am Ba Lige Azai!”

He shook the sturdy spear away with his hands, and drew a majestic arc in the air:

“Xi Ming—Juyong!”

Received the name of Xi from Tianhui Talar.

will live up to his trust.

Humble warrior named Ba Lige looked at Lausanne II with burning eyes:

“Fight with you!”

Lausanne II’s expression became serious, and he looked up at the sky.

ha.

Did this guy forget…

At this moment, the bright moon is on duty, and the moon is in the sky…

That fellow Xiri, it’s not time for work yet.

So both of them moved.

The light of the sword is cold, and the wind of the spear is fierce.

Metal combat strikes again and again.

Under the bright moon, this fight ended quickly.

In fact, there are only six rounds before and after, no more than one minute.

But Brother Ba Li has experienced in his life, the purest and most enjoyable battle – no, it is fighting.

In the last round, under unbearable pressure, he burst out the most intense and exciting spark of his life.

Attacked the strongest counterattack that he could not imagine before.

Unfortunately…

After hitting the strongest spear, he…

“Ahem!”

Brother Ba Li coughed up a mouthful of blood and woke up in a daze:

I, am I still alive?

The sharp pain in his chest reminded him of this.

But…

Brother Ba Li, who was lying on the ground, raised his head in astonishment:

In front of him, Lausanne II calmly wiped the blood off the sword, allowing the wound on his body to heal slowly.

Xi Ri knows everything, this is obviously a struggle between life and death!

Even extreme experts…

No, if it was Sashaluo, or other extreme experts I had seen, at that moment, I would probably be unable to hold back…

“You, how strong are you?”

Brother Ba Li couldn’t help asking.

“Strong.”

Lausanne II’s answer was very calm, but he was silent for a while, and added again:

“But not strong enough.”

Brother Ba Li was stunned.

He coughed up another mouthful of blood.

not strong enough…

So…

Xi Ri Wan You, how strong does it have to be to be considered “strong enough” in this guy’s mouth?

Brother Ba Li was so excited when he thought about it.

“If you survived, but want to go further…”

Lausanne II turned around:

“Let’s go find Black Sword.”

Brother Ba Li’s eyes lit up.

Black Sword?

When he was still on the ocean-going ship, the bottom-level sailors whispered about…the man who couldn’t die?

“Is… stronger than you?”

Lausanne II shook his head, stepped forward, and passed Brother Ba Li, who was unconscious again in weakness and doubts:

“He’s braver than me.”

Much braver.

Not long after, Lausanne II turned a street.

But the moment he turned around, the killer turned around abruptly and drew his sword, striking a shocking blow towards the dark corner!

clang!

Sparks shot out, Lausanne II kept his figure, swept his sword wind, and fought three times with the opponent hiding in the dark, and the opponent barely retreated!

Hard ideas.

Lausanne II thought to himself.

Didn’t see the face clearly, but it was a rapier.

“How rude, boy, didn’t your elders teach you manners?”

The new voice was fresh and indifferent, but the words used made Lausanne II tense all over.

“Well, no matter how rude you are, I have to introduce myself.”

The killer stared intently at the handsome young man who appeared under the moonlight, smiling in the sun, holding a rapier.

“I’m down, Yannick Fraser Houllier,” the young man drew his sword back and bowed slightly, “from the leader of the feast, Huanxin Court.”

Facing Yannick’s introduction, Lausanne II didn’t answer, his eyes were full of murderous intent.

“Aren’t you going to respond?”

So Lausanne II responded.

He took a sip on the ground:

“Yeah, blood-ischemic filth, **** your blood servant.”

Yannick couldn’t help frowning.

“It seems that you followed Donglu’s relatives. I didn’t learn the etiquette of my clan, but I learned a lot of foul language in the clan—”

Before he finished speaking, his figure disappeared in an instant, barely avoiding Lausanne II’s fierce slash with dust!

But Lausanne II kept moving. He turned around and drew out his sword like a prophet, and intersected with the two swords of Yannick who appeared beside him:

Ding!

Yannick floats back like a ghost.

“Good swordsmanship!”

The blood race youth shook his numb palms, and couldn’t help admiring.

But there was only another bah sound from Lausanne II.

and the next slash.

clang!

“But although your swordsmanship is high, your body has been damaged and consumed in successive fierce battles, so it cannot last long.”

Lausanne II kept turning around, with long swords criss-crossing, facing the sword back and forth with the ghostly Yannick!

“And you rarely hunt, you only go out and not in.” However, Yannick seemed to have enough time, and said bluntly in the fierce battle, “If this continues, blood thirst will gain the upper hand and take away your sanity, but it will only be a matter of time. ”

【Blood…】

Lausanne II’s eyes were fixed, and his long sword swept across, repelling the opponent who appeared behind him.

This dirty kind is a master.

At least his swordsmanship is okay.

“But if you hunt wildly, tsk tsk tsk, you will become a bloodthirsty beast again. If you lose your sanity, that is the way to die in a trap.”

Yannik’s tone was relaxed, but it made Lausanne II feel heavy.

【Quick…blood…】

He knows his own details.

Was Fei Suo invited this damned dirty creature?

Lausanne II roared, turned around and raised his arms, but swung his sword in the air!

“So, you are in a dead end, you will be hard to attack for a long time, and you will lose your mind if you retreat.” Yannick appeared on the roof ten meters away from him, with a bright smile, “It is already at the end of the battle, and there is no cure.”

The end of the crossbow…

“Admit it,” Yannick concluded with a smile, “tonight, you can’t win.”

Lausanne II was silent.

But in the next second, his figure became blurred, and his whole body appeared on the roof in an instant, attacking in front of Yannick!

clang! Ding!

The sound of the blows this time was much harsher than every blow before.

is also much more frequent.

No matter how hard it was for Yannick to maintain his previous demeanor, he returned to the defense in a panic, but was still hit by the sword, dripping with blood, and had to fly back.

“If you can’t win, then do nothing?” Lausanne II said coldly.

Yannik retreated to a safe distance, frowned at the gradually healing wound on his hand, and looked at the broken and dirty luxurious cuff with distress.

“Well said,” Yannick lowered his arms, his eyes became colder, and his murderous intent gradually increased, “There is still something to do.”

Lausanne II concentrated on it, bent over and bent his knees, ready to attack.

“for example…”

Unexpectedly, Yannick stretched out his palm to Lausanne II and smiled.

“If someone was here, reaching out to you?”

(end of this chapter)